Taking My Time

So, I keep intending to post when life settles down a little. Life refuses to settle, right now. I have moved, yet again; this place is the final destination, but there is no internet. I am currently at work. Why am I at work? Because I'm supposed to be studying for the MCAT, which I am taking on Thursday. However, study fatigue has set in, and I really think that another practice test, right now, is a worse idea than going to the grocery store and getting snacks for test day, then going home and rereading some ochem. I'm tired. I am stressed the fuck out. The last thing I need is to do poorly on a practice test and flip out.

This MCAT thing has been in the works for a while, but I didn't want to say anything for fear of jinxing it. If I don't do well, whatever. I'm already in graduate school. I have nothing to lose.

Here is a quick summary of everything that has happened in the past month and a half:

I moved, once. My mother lived with me for two weeks. My paychecks are discovered mysteriously missing. I got a roommate whom I had met exactly once previously. I broke up with my boyfriend. Our water went out for two days. My car got towed from the parking lot. Our move-in date to the new place was pushed back due to paperwork issues. I moved into a hotel. Then I moved into the new apartment. Once we got in, we discovered that some repairs to our apartment had not been completed. They still have not been completed. We were told the internet would go in "tomorrow" every day for a week and a half. I studied for the MCAT. The post-doctoral student training me talks directly into my tits and invades my personal space to brush my ass whenever possible. People send me birthday presents, which are routed to the UPS hub because of the move. It takes me three tries to find the UPS hub. We still have no internet. The MCAT is Thursday.